Werewolf in Denver by Vicki Lewis Thompson

Posted July 17, 2013 by Lucy D in Book Reviews, Paranormal Romance / 0 Comments

Werewolf in Denver (Wild About You, #4)

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Publisher: Signet Eclipse
Publishing Date: October 2, 2012
Paperback: 336 pages

Rating: 4 stars

When Denver-based Were blogger and founder of Honoring of Werewolf Legacy (HOWL) Kate Stillman agrees to take on political “bad boy” Duncan MacDowell in a public debate about werewolf segregation, she’s confident she’ll sail through the challenge without letting down her guard.

And what can go wrong while hanging out with the sexy Scottish founder of Werewolves Optimizing Our Future (WOOF) long enough to convince him his views on interspecies mating are mistaken? Plenty, when Kate discovers that she’s actually wildly attracted to her opponent—who by all accounts prefers dating human women!

But what hope can there be when this irresistible werewolf-with-a-cause believes their future depends on Kate losing the argument?

Kate Stillwell is expected to become the next alpha once her grandmother retires so it is no surprise that Kate is passionate about the werewolf legacy and were/were mating. She not only wrote a book supporting her position, she also has a werewolf dating website to help weres makes that special connection. Kate uses the were only social media Sniffer, to post her opinions and updates in the were community.

Kate also has an opponent in Scottsman Duncan McDowell. Duncan is a big supporter in were/human matings and he is a firm believer that weres need to start working with humans openly and he believes that humans can be trusted with the knowledge that weres exist among them. Duncan has also written his own book supporting his were/human relations as well as his own website and Sniffer posts.

After of year of battling in the were social media, Kate and Duncan will meet face to face at the first were conference, being held in her family’s lodge in Denver, CO.

At her grandmother’s insistence that Kate and Duncan have to behave civilly at this first were conference, she asks Kate to personally picks up Duncan from the airport and bring him to the lodge. All is going well until the snow storm they are driving through starts to become a blizzard and they end up crashing into a snow bank. Kate and Duncan are forced to seek shelter for the night at a cabin in the woods not far from where they crashed.

All alone in the cabin, the sparks of adversarial passions begin to burn into embers of true attraction between Kate and Duncan and by mutual agreement they decide that “what happens in the cabin, stays in the cabin” and they indulge in those mutual feelings of passion. As the morning sun rises, will they return to adversaries or will those passionate feelings take a new route? But as they return to reality and the conference begin, how will their opposing groups feel about their leaders new stance on sex and the single were?

I definitely like this series and these characters. It is a very lighthearted paranormal series. There was nothing too dark or too complicated about the storyline.

This was two individuals, opponents in a debate, who had mutual respect for the other which was supported by a real attraction who in the end still support each other in their separate beliefs. Although there biggest concern was how their supporters would react if they found out about the growing relationship between Kate and Duncan, I thought Kate should be least effected by this since starting a relationship with Duncan would be a win for her side as a were/were mating.

Sometimes the finding the right person storyline is just as enjoyable as the complex plot with twist and turns. I enjoyed the story and I listened to this on audiobook and was quite impressed that the narrator kept up the Scottish brogue.

Favorite Scene:


He looked up. Kate had flopped back onto the sofa and closed her eyes.

“This is insane. We should quit before we both end up with terminal carpel tunnel.”

The sight of her lying against sofa cushions with her arms flung out stirred him more than a little, but he didn’t trust her not to using exhaustion as a tactic.

“You’re just saying that because you want to quit while you’re ahead.”

She opened her eyes and there was a definite gleam there. “Am I ahead?”

“I think that’s an excellent guess considering that you’re trying to talk me into quitting.”

Mischief danced in those blue eyes. “Okay. I’m one ahead of you. I didn’t expect you to catch up so fast or to keep going this long. Aren’t you supposed to be jet lagged?”

“I am jet lagged which makes my performance in this contest all that much more impressive.”


“Sneak. You thought I would take pity on you because you are too tired to go on. Well, I’m posting one more Sniff to tie it up. If you really want to quit, then don’t post again because if you do, I will.”

“How much battery do you have left?”

“None of your bloody business.” But her question made him think her phone was about to die. He glanced at his and realized that his was also in bad shape. “What do you say, mi lady, will you allow me to tie the game so we can give up this crazy enterprise, drink some wine and enjoy the fire?”

She pursed her lips. “Depends on what you plan to say.”

How he wanted to toss the phone aside and go over there and kiss that saucy mouth of hers. “Tell you what. I’ll show it to you before I send it, how’s that?”

“All right.”

He composed what he hoped was his final Sniff of the night because he would dearly love to stop doing this and move onto other things, like kissing her until neither of them could think straight.


“Let me see it.” She held out her hand. Walking over he settled his phone in her outstretched palm and allowed his hand to brush hers. He felt that slight contact right down to his bare toes. He took note that her toes had curled a little too, and he hoped that was all his fault.

She read the post. “How about taking out the ‘misguided’ part and saying I’m a worthy opponent. Would you do that?”

He noticed how sexy she looked sprawled on the sofa, considered the two glasses of wine on the coffee table and made his decision. “Go ahead, fix it.”

“You trust me to do that for you?”

He shrugged. “If you sabotage that post, then I suppose I’ll just have to send another one labeling you a dirty player.”

“Yeah, you would too.”

“Damn right, I would.”

Her fingers moved over the keys. “Okay, it’s sent, and you have almost no battery left.” She held out the phone. He took it, once again making sure that he touched her soft skin in the process.

When he checked the post that came through, it merely said she was a worthy opponent. She hadn’t tricked him. He glanced up. “I’m going to shut this down. I think there’s enough battery left to make a quick phone call if we need to. How about you?”

She smiled at him. “Mine’s totally dead.”

She tricked him after all. “So I could have won. You would have literally powerless to stop me if I decided to break the tie.”

She sat up and reached for her wine. “I don’t ever consider myself powerless.” She gazed at him over the rim of her glass as she sipped from it. His groin tightened.

“I don’t suppose that you do. Remind me never to underestimate your power.” He busied himself with the fire and decided against adding another log. If the rest of the evening went as he hoped, he wanted this particular fire to die down while a different sort was created under the mirrored canopy.

When at last he joined her on the sofa, he left a civilized distance between them. Cozying up to her right away would lack finesse. He hadn’t used much of that when he kissed her earlier so he intended his present approach to be more subtle. Her surrender would be more complete if she came to him. He wasn’t sure whether she would. For the first time in his life, he lusted after a female who was as smart—well, probably smarter than he was.

He picked up his wine glass. “Do you suppose we can come up with a toast we agree on or should be just drink the damn wine and forget about toasting anything?”

“Oh, I think we need a toast.” She lifted her glass. “To worthy opponents.”

“You consider me a worthy opponent as well?” That pleased him.

She looked into his eyes, “I do. I confess I enjoy matching wits with you.”

“Glad to hear it, because I enjoy matching wits with you. To worthy opponents.” He touched his glass to hers and drank.

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